One Night Only: Drunkblogging the September Democratic Debate
On the other hand, Klobuchar gave Miller the chance to tweet this, so her presence isn't a total loss.
I've been at this for well over three hours, so I'll let one of our slightly less-exhausted (and presumably more sober) PJ writers do the big wrap.
I will say this though: This wasn't a debate. It was an over-long display of huge egos touting small ideas to well-meaning (but sadly misinformed) kids and preening celebrity infotainment newsreaders.
And yet, chances are a large number of American primary voters will make one of these jokers their nominee for the office of President of the United States.
It's a joke; it just isn't a funny one.
I hope in some small way I was able to lighten the load of it.
Biggest Lie of the Night:
"It was a great debate. I think we learned a lot tonight."
What a preening suck-up.
OMG, Castro once had to work two jobs because bossing people around on a city council was a low-paid, part-time gig.
Castro: "In many ways I shouldn't be on this stage."
I'd accept just one reason for him to be there, but alas.
I can't even imagine why anyone would care about these bottom tier candidates at this point.
Beto: My biggest setback was being a charming doofus who married into money. Give me your guns.
Booker: My biggest setback was making up that stuff about T-Bone.*
*Just kidding. It worked SO well with you idiots.
Yang: I'm successful and want to give you money.
OK, but do I still have to vote for you?
Preachy Pete: I was brave enough to come out long after it was cool.